jealous of jetpacks: Fake It Till You Make It
What I think a lot of people don’t realize is that even now, after two published books (three in January!) from one of the largest publishers in the world, hitting the NY Times bestseller list, doing dozens of bookstore events, speaking at ComicCon and for the ALA…even now, more often than not, I…
heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.
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Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs. ~ Ally Condie, Matched
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I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
~ Shana Abe
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Anne had no sooner uttered the phrase, “home o’dreams,” than it captivated her fancy and she immediately began the erection of one of her own. It was, of course, tenanted by an ideal master, dark, proud, and melancholy; but oddly enough, Gilbert Blythe persisted in hanging about too, helping her arrange pictures, lay out gardens, and accomplish sundry other tasks which a proud and melancholy hero evidently considered beneath his dignity. Anne tried to banish Gilbert’s image from her castle in Spain but, somehow, he went on being there, so Anne, being in a hurry, gave up the attempt and pursued her aerial architecture with such success that her “home o’dreams” was built and furnished before Diana spoke again.
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Dubrovnik, Croatia (by kexi)
Down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
~ Oscar Wilde
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Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
― Langston Hughes
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You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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